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"Cold Embrace"
The Flash - Cisco/Merry


  "What is that?" asked Merry. They were alone and the alarms at S.T.A.R. Labs were blaring. Wells was still AWOL, Caitlin was on a coffee run and Barry hadn't shown up yet.

  Cisco quickly pushed his chair along to one of the computers, surveying the footage from the CCTV cameras. "It's a security breach."

  "Where?" As Merry followed suit, she realised that half of the camera views had been obscured. It was like trying to see something through frosted glass.

  "I have no idea... Judging by the cameras that have been tampered with, I'm guessing somewhere around the front of the building?"

  No sooner had he said it, the door to the Cortex was kicked open by a black boot with a loud bang. Wearing the boots was a man in a hooded coat with what looked like dark skiing goggles pulled over his eyes and a very high-tech looking gun in his hands. "Morning, Cisco." The light tone didn't match anything else. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

  "What do you want?" Merry couldn't tell if Cisco was trying to sound intimidating. He'd jumped up from his seat when the door had crashed open and was now standing with one arm out protectively in front of her. She wished he wouldn't. She had powers and he didn't.

  The man with the gun seemed amused by the gesture. "I want some more tech. Since there doesn't seem to be any Flash around to help you, this'll be much easier than I thought. So I think I'll just go and help myself." He flicked the gun over in Merry's direction. "I see you finally got yourself a real girlfriend. Cooperate by letting me do my job and no one gets hurt."

  As he pointed the gun at Merry, Cisco hurriedly stepped forward with his hands up. "No, don't. I'll cooperate."

  Merry could see that the man had no intentions of cooperating himself. As soon as Cisco moved, he trained the gun on him instead. Merry saw his finger twitch on the trigger and knew, in that moment, that he was going to shoot. "Cisco, watch out!"

  She threw up both hands and thrust as much power at him as she could muster. The force behind the telekinetic energy sent Cisco spinning across the room and crashing into one of the metal tables. But Merry wasn't like Barry - she hadn't been fast enough. The white blast from the gun still caught Cisco on the chest as she pushed him out of the way.

  "Cisco!" she cried, running over and falling to her knees at his side. He was gasping hard, like he'd had cold water thrown over him, and Merry soon realised why. Hard layers of ice had formed around his chest, arms and along one side of his neck. "What the..."

  "That's a pretty nifty ability you've got there." Merry jerked her head around to see the man watching carefully, gun still raised. "I'd be interested to see more, but for now, I'm going to get what I came for. Don't try to stop me or the next shot will be fatal." Merry glared at him, but she didn't want to risk anything worse happening to Cisco, so she watched in silence as the man blasted all of the computers and communications software. "My advice? You may wanna do something to help Cisco there. They say that any level of frost bite can be deadly."

  And, with that, he left through the next door. Cold mist began to pour in through the cracks once it closed. Merry held up a hand and immediately used her power to try and push against it from where she was kneeling, but it didn't budge. The man had sealed it shut from outside.

  She grabbed her cell, hastily clicking Barry's name. He answered almost instantly. "Barry, you need to get to S.T.A.R. Labs right now! There's a man here with some kind of ice gun. He shot Cisco - I don't know what to do!" Some of the panic started to leak into her voice.

  Barry cursed on the other end of the line, very uncharacteristically for him. "Just keep him warm. I'll be there right away!" He hung up and Merry tossed the phone aside carelessly.

  There was now mist seeping in through the door that the man had kicked open. They were trapped inside the Cortex. Though it wasn't a fear she'd suffered from before, Merry hastily quashed the claustrophobia she could feel threatening to set in and helped to drag Cisco up into a sitting position. He was shivering violently and still trying to breathe past the shock of the cold. Merry attempted to pry the layers of ice off him. Some of the smaller pieces broke away, but the more she tried, the slicker her hands became. Most of the ice clung solidly to Cisco, still entombing him in freezing body armour.

  She made a frustrated sound, not expecting any smart ideas from him right now. She knew nothing about first aid. All she knew about fighting the cold was the clichéd Survival 101 stuff you saw on TV. Well, that was going to have to do. Though it felt like the temperature in the air had already dropped significantly, she resolutely pulled her shirt off over her head.

  Even though his teeth were chattering so much he could barely talk, Cisco still couldn't resist a smartass response. "B-buy me... a drink first."

  Merry rolled her eyes, drawing on his humour to try and keep calm. "How about you get through this and I buy you a drink afterwards instead?"

  "D-d-deal..."

  Merry knew this kind of survival trick worked better with skin on skin, but with Cisco's clothes frozen to him, she couldn't do anything about that. She wound her arms tightly around him and pressed him as close to her body as she could. It was horrible. He was freezing to the touch and damp from the ice. It was like trying to cuddle semi-naked with a snowman. But there was no question that she wasn't going to grit her teeth and bear it. She cared about Cisco way more than she'd ever intended to. No way was she going to let anything happen to him.

  "Who was that man?"

  "C-Captain... C-C-Cold."

  Merry didn't know why she'd bothered asking. Some of the codenames Cisco dished out to the meta humans were super lame. She laid her cheek against the side of his head. Even his face was ice cold. "Well, Barry's gonna come and take him out. Then he'll find us."

  Though the longer she sat there and held Cisco, the more concerned she became. They were pressed so tightly together that she could feel his heartbeat. Was it slowing down? Or was it just because hers was still thudding so fast? His usually dark skin seemed abnormally pale. Where was Barry? Was Captain Cold still in the building somewhere? Would Barry have to fight him off first? How long would it take to get through the doors if they were frozen shut?

  As time passed, Merry found that she was beginning to shiver too. Her breath was starting to crystallise in the air. If Barry didn't come soon, then they were going to freeze together in this cold embrace. Cisco shifted in her arms and she realised that he was trying to pull away - he just didn't have the strength to do so. "What are you doing?"

  "Y-you're gonna... fr-freeze too." His voice was barely more than a mumble now.

  She put a hand on the side of his head and gently, but firmly, pulled him closer again, even though she was beginning to feel breathless from the cold too. "I'm Welsh; I'm used to it."

  He needn't have worried though, because finally, the door crashed open and Barry raced in. "Guys! Are you alright? Captain Cold's gone. I think he took that new heat gun you made."

  "Wh-what I wouldn't... g-give to be shot... by a h-h-heat gun," Cisco sighed.

  Merry gave a breathy laugh. "Yeah. Only warm hugs from now on please."

  "I'll h-hold you... to that."

                                                           XXX

"Print"
Gotham - Edward/Sadie


  Considering it was a police station, nobody within the GCPB paid much mind to whom was coming in and out of the main building. Either that or they believed that Sadie's motives for sticking around were innocent enough. If that was the case, then they were very wrong.

  She found Ed filing paperwork in the back office. As she moved into the room, she realised there was something strange about his suit. From a distance, it had looked normal, grey, plain. But as he turned back and forth from the filing cabinet, the movement revealed a fine green print that covered every line of the fabric - a pattern of perfect question marks, the colour of fresh olives.

  Sadie wasn't sure if it was due to the glare from the light fitting, the angle at which he turned or even just the particular crease of how the suit fit over his tall, slender frame, but one moment, the print was there and the next, it wasn't. She was familiar with how optical illusions worked, but she hadn't been aware that materials could play tricks on your eyes too.

  When Ed realised that she was there, watching him, he could see that it wasn't his face she was looking at. His odd smile lit up his face. "Isn't it unusual? Is it there; is it not there? The suit itself is like one giant question mark."

  He always found such delight from the tiniest, most insignificant of things. Sadie had never understood that. "Yes, most unusual," she played along.

  Ed could hear the flatness in her tone. His expression dimmed somewhat. "You don't like it." He made it more of a fact than a question. That proved he was unhappy. Ed loved questions. His bizarre suit was evident of that.

  Ed was an odd person. For someone who was of no interest to most around him, he cared far too much what others thought. He was your typical doormat. Pushed around by everyone, underappreciated in work, love, life... Sadie could see the potential in him though. That was why she made sure she kept him carefully manipulated so that he was on her side.

  "Now you're just assuming," she said, in a tone that was at some dangerous point between sweet and husky.

  She stepped in closer to him and lightly, but deliberately, traced a hand along the pattern that was still flashing seen and unseen under the light, up his arm and across his shoulder. She could feel that he was tensing up. He never knew how to handle her when she acted like this. He was so used to having his advances spurned from the file girl that he still pined after, so he didn't know how to react when they came at him so strongly from the opposite side. Ed was a man who had confused many people and not just with his riddles. Sadie loved that she could confuse him even more.

  She could read people well. She knew that, in spite of Ed's usual kicked puppy persona, there was something infinitely darker lying in wait inside him. She'd seen it. She could see past the odd quirks, past the broken personality and see that there was a very different side to Edward Nygma. That was the side that she wanted under her control. When you were making a power play for the entire city, you couldn't underestimate the potential of a psychopath in the making.

  "It's very unique," she breathed across his lips. "Just like you."

                                                           XXX

"Gunshot"
Justice League - Flash/Sidney


  It was finally my first training day. I'd been waiting ages for this. We met out on an abandoned airstrip, far enough away from civilians to bother or be bothered by them. Flash had accompanied me, as the League had wanted another member to oversee my session. He'd assured me that it had been Batman's decision, but I kinda wondered if he'd put the request in himself. He seemed to have stuck unusually close to me recently. Not that I minded.

  We were met on the strip by my hand-picked mentor, the man who was otherwise known as the Green Arrow. Green Arrow wasn't an immediate part of the Justice League, so I didn't know much about him, other than that his methods weren't always orthodox. But the League trusted him and he'd been another choice of Batman's. That had surprised me. Bats rarely chose to actively participate in something outside of his role. It probably should have worried me. Batman's motives were as out there as Green Arrow's techniques supposedly were.

  Green Arrow didn't bother with the nicety of introductions. He'd pulled his bow and was already nocking an arrow. I wondered if he was going to make a point or a demonstration. "As you know, I'm here to train you. But before I even begin teaching you to fight, there's something else important that you must understand first. You work primarily as part of a unit, a team, and I need to know if you can handle that."

  I frowned. "What does that mean?"

  By way of answering, Green Arrow changed the direction of his bow and let the arrow fly. It hit Flash in the leg, just below the knee joint. Flash cried out in pain, keeling to the floor. I felt my stomach twist at the sound, as I instinctively made a dash for him. "Flash!"

  I almost made it to him before I was ordered to stop. I turned towards the voice and saw that the bow and arrow were now aimed at me. I knew that, with his speed, Flash could have easily avoided a shot like that. But nothing could have prepared him for it. The only reason he'd been hit was because he hadn't been expecting it. Because he trusted Green Arrow. So why had he shot Flash if he was such a trusted ally? It just didn't make sense.

  Flash clearly didn't understand either. He clutched at his leg, careful not to jostle the arrow. "What the hell was that for?" he managed to burst out.

  "The first step," Green Arrow replied simply. He lowered his bow just enough to make a gesture with his elbow.

  On cue, a man appeared, moving up beside him. His head was almost shaved and his skin the colour of dark coffee. His black clothing went with his complexion, the simple haircut, making him appear inconspicuous, unnoticeable, inoffensive. But the gun in his hand was definitely offensive. I had no idea where he'd even come from, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that he was armed and that he definitely didn't seem to be a good guy. And, apparently, Green Arrow wasn't either. Just what was going on here?

  "I'll allow you one move," he told me, his bow still directed my way. "You have five seconds. Choose wisely."

  My stomach twisted again, sickeningly, as the black man pointed his gun at Flash, still crumpled helplessly on the ground. I understood the situation perfectly now. Flash couldn't use his speed with his leg injured. And without his speed, he had no escape. He was just a normal human being. That was useless against men with weapons. My power was useless too. Invisibility could protect me from bullets or arrows, providing my foe didn't strike lucky if they started shooting blind, but it wouldn't help Flash. I had no other skills to help him either. I couldn't disarm either man - I couldn't hope to be faster than an arrow and especially not a bullet. I had nothing. There was only one possible option I could choose.

  With those few final seconds I'd been given, I closed the gap between me and Flash and threw my entire body over his. I didn't even know if it would work. For all I knew, the bullet would go straight through me and still hit him anyway. But it was the only thing I could think to do. It was the last sacrifice I could make.

  Flash realised in the last moment what I was doing and tried to push me away. "What are you doing?"

  "Hopefully saving you," I whispered, clinging to him tightly and burying my face against the emblem on his chest.

  The blast of the gunshot sounded over our heads. I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut tighter, digging my fingers into Flash's shoulders, and waited for the agonizing pain. Only it never came. I tentatively turned around to see the man lower the gun, the tip of it still smoking.

  "The gun only carries blanks," Green Arrow explained, satisfied, seeing the look on my face. He shouldered his bow. "You passed the test."

  I was too stunned to even move. "What do you mean; I passed the test?"

  "The most important thing about working in a team is that you always put your teammates before yourself. Even when it's a matter of life and death. You have their backs at all costs."

  "Wait a minute; you shot me in the leg for a test?" Flash protested incredulously, as Green Arrow made his way over to us, still on the floor.

  "You heal fast," Green Arrow said and ripped the arrow out of Flash's leg, making him cry out again. He gave me a brief nod, which didn't really reassure me all that much. "Well done. I'll give you a moment and then we'll start your training."

  I wasn't sure the 'well done' really compensated for anything. This guy was even more conniving than Batman. Whether it had been a blank or not, I just knew the sound of that gunshot was going to haunt my nightmares for weeks. But as I turned back towards Flash, still draped embarrassingly across him, his face softened as our eyes met and I couldn't help but think that maybe it was still worth it after all. I definitely didn't regret my decision.

                                                           XXX

"Nature's Fury"
Arrow - Ray/Charley


  I hit the floor again, the pole toppling out of my hands and rolling away. This time, I chose to stay down. Every single part of me ached. I could swear that even my eyelids ached, probably from constantly blinking away sweat. Grim, but true. Some work-outs really were the whole blood, sweat and tears deal.

  "I'm just going to sleep here until tomorrow," I decided.

  A strong hand was extended to me. "You want a hand up?"

  I shook my head. I didn't want to move yet. "I'll take a hand lying down?"

  "Alright." Anyone else would probably have told me not to be a baby and made me get up, but instead, Ray lay down on the hard floor next to me, looking up at the ceiling too, the barest line of our arms touching.

  I glanced sideways at him. He was shirtless, wearing less than me in my sport bra and jogging shorts, displaying a perfect, hard expanse of abs, pecs and stomach muscles. I was pretty toned up for my size, but I felt like a string bean in comparison. He was the trainer this time, so he was much less sweaty, less bruised and less out of breath. I still felt my training was totally harder than his.

  "I am so not cut out for the salmon ladder," I declared. I wasn't even disappointed by that fact. Just as long as I didn't have to go near it again, I didn't care.

  "You'll get better with practice," Ray assured.

  I made a face. "Pass. We're going back to your training tomorrow."

  He chuckled. We lay there for a while, just staring at the ceiling and listening to the world pass by outside. A storm had started picking up. The harsh whistle of the wind drowned out the sound of the cars on the roads below.

  "Y'know... I can think of somewhere far comfier to lie than on the floor," he ventured.

  I turned my head and gave him a half amused, half suspicious look. "Just to lie, right?" It wasn't often I'd say no, but right now, I was just too stiff and aching to be up for further exercise, no matter how enjoyable.

  He sat up. "Unless you say the word, lying it is," Ray promised. "Scout's honour." He even did the cute little hand gesture and everything.

  I smiled. "In that case, it sounds good." I stretched my arms up, despite protesting muscles, and made grasping motions with my fingers, like a child asking to be picked up. "Now how about that hand up?"

  He went one better. He scooped me up into his arms as easily as anything - the muscles in his shoulders barely even tightened - and carried me through to the bedroom. He laid me gently down on the large bed, on top of the covers, knowing I'd still be too hot to want to get underneath them. He dimmed the lights just a little before stretching out beside me.

  I had to admit the bed was much comfier. I felt well enough to turn on my side towards him, twining one leg between his and letting my hand slide across his chest to the play of muscles bunched there. I'd always liked athletic guys, but Ray made everyone else I'd ever dated look like they were in One Direction. Don't listen to what they tell you - bigger is definitely better. Read into that however you like.

  Ray's hand moved across my stomach, my ribs, my hips, gently massaging the blossom of bruises - both old and new. They were all from vigorous training sessions, but to anyone else, they would probably look concerning. There's a thing to bruises that if you poke them, they hurt, but if you rub them with just the right pressure, it's almost like a relief. Ray knew that pressure. It wasn't really surprising with the amount of bruises he'd been collecting too.

  We lay like that, his hand gently massaging, mine more tickling. My eyes were closed as I rested my head against his arm. I was worn out, but not tired. Right now, I was just content. It was even more relaxing to be so snuggly and happy with the sounds of the storm raging outside. The rain had joined the wind now, getting thrown against the window in sheets that sounded like dozens of tiny bullets hitting the glass. The force of the wind threatened to shake the building, but you knew it wouldn't. It was just louder when you were higher up. A rolling snarl of thunder rumbled in the distance, which would soon grow louder as it came closer.

  I liked storms. It was like the sky's release - nature unleashing all of its fury upon the earth, battering everything in a burst of uncontrolled tyranny, before eventually petering back out to quiet, wet and the smell of rain, having exhausted itself. Storm and then calm. It was a little like how I felt now, after my work-out. An hour of furious energy, strength and vigour that had soaked its way through to my very bones. And now, lying in bed with the man I loved, perfectly peaceful and with no other care in the world, except a passing thought for the storm.

  Nature had it right. I snuggled a little closer to Ray. Fury was just a form of passion, after all. Fury and then peace. Passion and then love. It felt like a damn good way to live.

                                                           XXX

"Clip"
Batman - Crane/Willow


  There weren't many things that could get Willow excited - apathetic as she was - but her job was one of them. The best thing about being the theme park's top scare model was that they trusted her judgement and ideas, so they gave her complete free reign with her costumes. Willow loved to be creative. And the new costume she'd finished putting together was quite possibly her favourite one yet.

  It was her "yin-yang" piece, as she was calling it. Her light and dark. Her night and day. Or her Newton's third law in motion, as somebody had tried to get technical about it - that for every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. She guessed it made sense, but it was a bit of a mouthful and it didn't have the same effect when you had to explain it to somebody who didn't understand. Not that she did much talking to stupid people.

  If you looked at her from the left, you could see a girl on her prom night. A short but innocently cute, pink dress with layers of ruffles - the frilliest she could find. Small white heels decorated with honest-to-god tiny bows. Her wig this time was blonde curls, twisted and pinned elaborately up into a movie star style bun. Tiny rose-coloured hair clips studded the edge of her bangs, matching jewellery hanging from her ears and around her neck. With her already doll-like features and petite figure, she was the picture of prettiness. The least threatening or intimidating figure you could think of.

  Until she turned around, at least.

  The other side of her dress was artfully torn so that it looked unintentional, but hung off her slim form in tatters that still managed to conveniently hide everything. The white shoe and matching corsage attached to her wrist were blood-stained, as was her skin - the fake blood and sliced skin prosthetics stretching all along one side of her body. From the right, the blonde hair was messy, falling away from its neat bun formation in layering strands so that it looked like she'd been dragged through a bush. The overall effect was terrifying. She was the classic victim or, more likely, the monster of a horror movie.

  The only thing she was missing was one of her hair clips. She hunted along the dressing table for it. She was supposed to have a symmetrical number on each side, but one seemed to have vanished. The ones on the right were twisted, stained pieces of metal - unclear to anyone else whether it was from rust or blood. She needed that extra clip. Her costume was all about contrast. The perfect balance between light and dark. The yin-yang effect. If the sides were uneven, then she was going to have to lose another clip and re-do the whole hairstyle.

  "Looking for something?"

  Willow turned to find Jonathan Crane standing behind her, his perfectly blank poker face in place and her missing clip held between oddly delicate fingers for a man. He had a habit of barging into her life. He was also very good at sneaking up on someone who wasn't easy to sneak up on.

  "Did you see a sign anywhere saying enter?" she pointed out, gesturing towards the door. He could bring her sarcasm out better than anyone.

  He ignored her question, instead choosing to make his own point. "That look doesn't suit you."

  From where he was standing, she was angled so that he could only see her prom night look, rather than the prom night failure. She rolled her eyes and turned the other way. "Of course, you think this one suits me better."

  "No. That one doesn't either."

  Willow gave him a quizzical look as he stepped in closer. With a light touch of both hands against her shoulders, he turned her to face forwards so that he could see the perfect line of that contrasting image. For someone who was neither good nor evil, sane or insane, the balance suited her just perfectly. It was why Crane had always found her so intriguing, so different to anyone else he'd ever studied. She didn't cross the line on either side - she spent her life dancing along it.

  He carefully slid the last clip into place along her hairline, his fingertips barely brushing her skin. "Now that's perfect."

                                                           XXX

"Seeking Solace"
Arrow - Slade/Presley


  Presley looked up as she heard a door open and close beyond the room. She hadn't expected him to be back yet. She went through into the main office and, sure enough, Slade had sank into his usual desk chair, his face somewhat haggard, expression distant like it usually was. She smiled and moved up behind him, twining her arms around his broad shoulders, reaching across his chest. She made to start unbuttoning his shirt, but he pulled away from her. She reluctantly let her arms slide away.

  "Just leave me be," he said gruffly, his head turned so that she could only see the side of the black eye patch, his face giving nothing away. "I need time to indulge my thoughts."

  She should have expected that. She knew that by indulging his thoughts, he meant indulging his fantasy. Taking the time alone to imagine he was really spending it with the woman he'd lost. Presley really shouldn't have been surprised by it - it was happening more and more often lately - but it still stung like she'd just been slapped. Without a word, she returned to the storage room and went back to aimlessly looking through files.

  Storming out of the building altogether would have been better, but she was finding it harder and harder to leave. It was made worse by the fact that she knew she'd never get what she wanted, no matter what she did, yet she still kept on trying. Why did she keep trying? She could never be who Slade wanted her to be.

  Almost an hour later, he came to find her. His beard was growing untidy again, even more salt and pepper threading its way through his hair. His muscular physique made him quite a big man, but Presley had never found his presence to appear that way. The one eye that remained was haunted, empty. People believed that Slade was crazy. That he was psychotic, power-mad, driven by absurd vengeance. Presley didn't see any of that. What she saw was a broken man who'd had the thing he wanted most ripped away from him.

  He didn't need to say anything for her to know what he'd came for. Even though she knew she should know better, she still went to him, like she had a million times before and like she would continue to do so until he sent her away from him for good. She'd continue to seek solace in him, even though he'd never be able to give her what she truly wanted and he'd continue to seek solace in her, even though she wasn't the one he really desired.

  She wrapped her arms around him, sliding them underneath his shirt. He held her back for just a moment, putting a hand against the side of her face and brushing the blonde hair back. "I keep pushing you away, yet you always let me back in." He said it practically without any emotion.

  Presley manoeuvred past his hand, winding her body closer around his and pressing her lips gently against the bare skin of his collarbone, just visible beyond the cut of his partly open shirt. "I can't be any more for you, so for now, I'll just be your temporary release."

  His arm slid down to wrap strong and tight around her waist, his other moving even lower to cup underneath her thigh. Presley buried her face against his tanned skin. They would never find the solace they were truly seeking in each other, but sometimes, you just had to make do with what was right in front of you.
My fourth batch of flash fictions! For those of you who don't know, these are basically all just short pieces. Been trying to practice writing shorter stuff, since that's a common struggle for me. Got the themes from lists of writing prompts online and they were all picked either by a random choice generator, polls here on dA or my best friend (since she's my chief editor I let her pick some of the ones she wanted!) So all of these were chosen by random. Sticking with the theme batches, here's what I was going to call my superhero based batch, but is actually all DC comics based.


"Cold Embrace" - My Flash couple. Easily one of my most favourites to work with. All that geekiness is just far too much fun. Vibe is a superhero I've always liked (I do tend to like the underdogs and I definitely like dancers) and The Flash style Cisco is absolutely one of my favourite fictional characters of all time. Not to mention probably just the male version of myself xD The theme of this piece was the perfect opportunity to include Captain Cold, which I loved, as he's so friggin' damn awesome in the show (and not at all lacklustre like some of the other villains they've used, barring the obvious exceptions of Reverse Flash, Zoom, Grodd, Trickster, etc.)

"Print" - My Gotham couple. Their main story is currently still in the works, so I don't have any of it posted yet, but it was really fun to suddenly flash forward and get to write this piece about them. Set in the break between season one and two, since that was when I started writing about these two and wanted their story to take place. So before Ed becomes super crazy, but definitely at the one where it's starting to surface, but not enough to take over his socially awkwardness ;) It's an easy point for Sadie to take advantage over him, but that certainly won't last for long, as I want their story to breach into more recent season two plotlines at some point.

"Gunshot" - My Justice League couple. Another couple I really love to write about, though it was actually a little odd to get back into as I've since used Sidney as the main protagonist in a completely original novel (which I'm really hoping to get published before the end of this year!) so it was weird, but fun to write about her at her roots again. I liked getting to bring Green Arrow into this one and was most definitely influenced by the Arrow version of Green Arrow (and hinting at his accomplice being Dig, but maybe it isn't ;) )

"Nature's Fury" - One of my Arrow (and maybe also Legends of Tomorrow) couples. A couple that totally came into being after I had the distinct pleasure of meeting the beautiful Brandon Routh in person :heart: I really couldn't stop this one from happening and they're a real fun mix of cute and sexy to work with. I tried to include a little something of that in this, as it worked with the title theme :) I'd like to maybe branch these two into some Legends of Tomorrow stuff later on too, but haven't quite worked out the logistics of it yet, what with Ray currently being off in other time periods and whatnot.

"Clip" - My Nolanverse based Batman couple. We've gotta have as many villains as heroes in this batch. Let's face it; Batman easily has the greatest villains ever (all of the villains I have here are Batman ones, funnily enough!) Crane and Willow are a fairly old couple now, but their highly unusual relationship is still a blast to write. My version of them is definitely written with the Nolanverse Crane in mind. Firstly, it's a wonderfully dark yet oddly amusing interpretation of the Master of Fear. Secondly, Cillian Murphy is pretty as fuck. Willow can't really compete, but she certainly tries |D Also her job is absolutely the most wonderful occupation to write about!

"Seeking Solace" - Another of my Arrow couples. More villains, more Batman villains, even if on this occasion, Slade is living in the Arrow world. The whole good, then bad story that went with this particular Slade truly was fantastic, making this another unusual but wonderful couple to write about. Their main story is also currently in the works, including a lot more of the poor Presley knows she'll never be the one Slade wants, but that doesn't mean she's not gonna do her damnedest to change that. A lot of my couples have quite straightforward relationships in terms of who wants who, so this one is definitely an interesting change.


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Marianne "Merry" Myrrh, Sadie Castle, Sidney Crichton, Charley Goode, Willow Samhain & Presley Peralta © punkette180
Francisco "Cisco" Ramon, Edward Nygma, Wally West, Ray Palmer, Jonathan Crane & Slade Wilson © DC Comics
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